My earliest memory of knowing
God’s love was nurtured in a small rural Sunday school. The first time I remember
expressing it was when I made angels in the snow, looking up at a bright blue
sky and feeling apart of it because God loved me. I probably had a song in my
heart, “Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me so.”
Some colleagues have talked about
how they first understood God in their teenage years after coming home from their
first youth retreat or summer camp. As a
farm girl, I didn’t have the opportunity to have either of those experiences,
but I remember my first Sunday school teacher’s event at Five Oaks Christian
Training Center. It was like fresh water on a hot day: refreshing, stimulating
and inspiring. And a deeper meaning of God stirred in my spirit from the
weekend.
I’ve sat in conversations
with people who referred to their early years and confessed that they understand
God’s love differently today. I can
identify with that. I think God’s love has remained constant from the times I
took the cows to the back fifty after they were milked; through three academic
degrees, family deaths and touching the new born grandbaby’s hand. That love has
grown and is constant, refreshing, nurturing and comforting. It is like a warm
blanket regardless of the situation I’m facing. And it is different than those early days.
I remember people saying,
“When you go to seminary, your theological interpretation and definitions will
be examined and severed.” Examined, but not severed! Seminary was a wonderful
time in my life when my eyes were opened to interpretations that I’d never
considered. In the late 70s, I was the only woman in some of my classes and that didn't take away from my desire to study. God’s love for me grew and became even more of everything it
was previously, which gave me confidence to dig in and to do.
When I read some of the early
sermons I wrote, I am always glad to feel that I could write it better now. I’d
definately write with a different theological understanding of the scripture text
which slightly nudges me into another season of the heart.
Another
season of the heart!
“When I was an infant at my mother’s breast, I gurgled and cooed
like any infant. When I grew up, I left those infant ways for good (1 Corinthians 13:11) The
Message (MSG)
Blessings,
Donna
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4 comments:
Heartwarming, love-promoting and faith-inspiring! Donna your testimony to God's love and grace evidently continues to grow and enrich others like us, your readers. Thank you. ~~+~~
Lovely, Donna. I often refer to my life as 'seasonal'. I truly agree and believe that we grow and mature and change and learn and it affects our 'season'. I think the key is not to be annoyed if you seem to spend a longer time in one season than another. God is molding me and making me as I do His will for however long it takes. Thanks for this, Donna. A good passage to reflect upon. Timely.
Donna - Beautiful - like an open window giving us a glimpse of your life. Looking forward to finally meeting you one of these days.
Thanks for your comments. These seasons make life interesting. Blessings, Donna
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